Shared Female Sexual Fantasies - Volume 6: Women Reveal Their Secret Sexual Thoughts, Part 2

Zoe

When I was about 17, I went on a school trip with my college to see the play A Midsummer Nights Dream in London. It was very tedious and we had the worst seats in the whole theatre. I was bored, and slightly horny so I slipped out of my seat and went to the toilet, took off my trousers and panties, and just rubbed and played for a while, and it cured my boredem. I was about 3 minutes away from cumming when I heard loads of people come into the toilets, it was the interval - so I quickly pulled up my pants and trousers and scuttled out of the loos.

When we all went back in i was so horny, i had been so close to the finishing line in the toilets before, and i had to try so hard not to just shove my hand down my pants and finish myself off. the play went on for another 2 hours, all the while my vagina was throbbing under my clothes luring me to touch it. i tried wiggling around in my seat, and i tried clenching like i was trying to stop myself peeing, but nothing was any good, i was so horny and couldnt even concentrate on the play properly. everything was a blur to me.

When they play finished we all walked down the street to our hotel, and went straight up to our rooms. I was sharing a room with three of my friends and there were two double beds in the room. We all changed into our pyjamas and got into our beds. I couldn't help myself, even though my best friend was in the bed with me, I had been horny for so long... I slowly slipped my hand down my pyjama bottoms until it reached my wet pulsating vagina. Letting out a slight moan I dipped my fingers in my juices and slowly caressed my clitorus untill I was about to cum. I quickly pulled my hand out as I felt my friend Emily next to me stiring, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. It had happened again, I'd been so close but had to stop!

Suddenly I felt a hand on my hand, my heart was racing as I felt Emily lean closer to me. "Don't stop" she whispered in my ear. She gently pushed my hand back down my pyjama bottoms. Surprised but eager, I went back to rubbing my clit, as thats how I usually get the best orgasms. Emily put her hand on mine and controlled it for me, rubbing, dipping, tweaking, brushing. then she climbed on top and straddled me. As I fingered myself she undid her pyjama top and slid off her bottoms revealing her toned shiny naked body. Throwing the covers off the bed, we romped, taking turns to finger each other, sucking each others nipples, eating each other out. Her tongue peircing caressing my clit sent me over the edge and I moaned loadly with pleasure by body shaking as she carried on, I orgasmed again, and again. I'd never had multiple orgams before and it was so euphoric, I bent down to return the favour and fingered her as I slowly massaged her clitoris with my tongue. Her softs moans got louder and louder until she had to bite hard on the duvet to stop herself waking the whole hotel with her screams. With our two other friends still fast asleep, we got up and slipped into the tiny shower, the hot water running down our entwined naked bodies, that had just been as wet, but from glistening sweat. We spent 10 minutes in the shower, just exploring eachothers bodies. When we emerged dripping wet in towels, Michelle and Amy were awake in their bed. As we walked over to them they unbuttoned their pyjamas and ...

Vikki - England

My fantasy involves me going for a job interview at this office. I arrive and make my way to reception and am greeted by a very dull, conservative looking woman, who looks at my outfit of low cut top and short skirt rather disapprovingly - making me wish I had worn something else. She then takes me to meet the person who will be conducting my interview and along comes the most beautiful, magnificent man I have ever seen in my life! He's almost certainly in his 40s and a dead ringer for Harrison Ford and even through his shirt you can tell he has an amazingly sexy body and suddenly im glad I decided to wear what I did! He shakes my hand and introduces himself in his deep, manly voice and he looks down at my body smiling appreciatively, letting his intense brown eyes linger on my tits for a few seconds before leading the way to his office. I sit opposite him at his desk, he starts by asking me the usual tedious questions, then slowly he starts asking things that are rather inappropriate for an interview, such as am I seeing anyone, what's my bra size etc, then he slowly stands up and walks towards the door, I get up and follow him, thinking the interview is over, but to my surprise he locks the door and closes the blind. He then tells me that the job is mine whatever I decide, I ask him what he means and he tells me that I am the most beautiful and stunningly sexy woman he has ever seen in his life and walks up to me, he gazes right into my eyes and runs his hands through my hair, suddenly I find my lips meeting his, he is an astounding kisser!. We stop kissing and start undressing each other slowly, he pulls my top off and I undo his shirt, then the rest comes off hastily and we are both standing there in nothing but our underwear, kissing again so much more passionately than before. I've never desired anyone more in my life. He undoes my bra and lets in fall to the floor exposing my tits, as he starts sucking and rubbing my nipples, I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I then kneel down and pull down his boxers to reveal a wonderful sight, the biggest cock I have ever seen! I put it in my mouth and start sucking and licking, I can feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth, after a while I cant stand it anymore, I just want his lovely cock inside me right now, he seems to read my mind and he stops me, turning to his desk and pushing some of the junk off it, he lifts me up onto it and lies me down, then he pulls off my knickers and spreads my legs wide, I suddenly feel his nice warm tongue in me, licking my clit, making me even wetter if that's possible! After a few minutes it becomes unbearable and I beg him to fuck me. He climbs on top of me finally he slides his enormous cock into my soaking wet pussy, such pleasure! He starts rhythmically thrusting in and out of me, but I ask him to fuck me even harder. I feel him even deeper inside shagging me harder and faster, my breath becomes shallow and heavy, I can feel the pressure building up when he suddenly stops, pulls me up of the desk and bends me over it, then he enters me from behind, plunging even deeper into my pussy, as he fucks me he puts his hands around me to caress my tits, the pressure builds up again until its almost intolerable, we are both moaning out loud with pleasure. After a while I can feel myself starting to cum, my whole body is shaking with the most intense pleasure I have ever felt and I'm screaming out his name, not caring who can hear me! when I've finished cumming, he takes his cock out of me, turns me around, im on the desk again and he cums all over my tits moaning really loud. He then lies next to me both of us panting heavily, our bodies drenched in sweat, I lie across his chest listening to his heart racing and I've never ever felt so satisfied. We lay there for a while and then get dressed, he unlocks his office and I walk out to a few disapproving looks from the staff, but I don't care one bit! I start working in a few days and we continue having great sex all the time!

Anna

For some reason thinking about guys having sex turns me on. I fantasize about guys giving each other blowjobs or rimming or anal sex and it really turns me on. I can think about other things but its never as good as when I think about the guys and its even hotter when I fantasize that the they are straight but are engaging in sex just to please me. I know, I have no idea why but it just does it for me. :)

Anonymous

I am in bed in my pajamas- pants long sleeve top, undies, bra sleeping. I hear my door open, soon I feel KW's warm body - he has just boxers + a top on. We sleep for 20 before the fun begins. My sheets are off..Naked KW is on top his huge dick hanging by my face. I reach out my tongue I suck. Soon my bra, top and pants are off. He starts to take off my wet undies his penis is smooth and silky. We keep doing sex for 15 hours.

Claire

I had my best guy friend over to watch a pay-per-view movie afterschool. My parents were out of town and my brother was at my cousin's house in Texas. We sat on the sofa, relaxed, touching just a little, and turned on the movie. Thirty minutes in, he moved slightly closer, so that his legs bumped into mine, trying to be inconspicuous. He did this several more times until his thighs were completely under me and I ended up on his lap. He normally wasn't shy but I could feel the heat radiating from his face and neck as I looked up at him. He was pretty tall compared to me; he was over 6 feet tall and I was just over 5 feet tall. I snuggled closer, my face on his chest and sighed deeply, so he would know I was enjoying this. He wrapped his long arms protectively around me and put his head in my long brown hair. I leaned back into him, then I turned so we could look at each other. He smiled slightly, his embarassment gone, and leaned down. He pressed his lips to my forehead, nose, and then my mouth. He kissed me with great strength hidden by his gentle touch. Then he slid his tongue into my mouth. I brought my tongue to his and I could feel his hot breaths grow more ragged, needing air. I did too, but that didn't matter to me then. I pulled away from him to take off my loose white shirt and jeans. He looked at me with concern, as if to question whether this was a good idea, but I saw an eagerness in his eyes that said the complete opposite. And I didn't dissagree with that. He pulled off his shirt and in buttoned his pants, letting them slide to the floor. His boxer shorts had a wonderful buldge in them and that made me so wet. I rubbed my clitoris through my panties while we kissed. We collapsed onto the couch, him on bottom and me on top, pressed tightly together. Then I sat up on him with him lying down but looking to see what I would do. I moved back, sitting I. His knees while my hands snaked up his legs. I took off his boxer shorts, furiously searching for the lovely bump in his boxers then without even looking I found it. He let out a low husky groan and tried to pull me down in him again but I resisted. I massaged the large cock with my thumb and pointer finger, then I led him to my loose fist. He grunted and a fierce look came about him that almost made me afraid. I almost stopped but he started bucking in and out of my fist faster and harder. My pussy was so wet that my panties felt heavy and started to droop. Then he stopped thrusting and jerked upwards. A long thick stream of hot cum spewed from his cock. Then he fell back on to the couch and I went with him, laying on his body again. I whispered I. His ear, "Your turn to take over." We stayed like that for a long fifteen minutes until he got up, holding me, and set me down on the couch first he got down on the floor and spread my legs wide. He ducked down and then I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through me. He licked my outer lips, spreading them open with his tongue. His tongue dipped in and out of my vagina, making me moan louder and louder. "Deeper, baby, deeper. I need you to go deeper." I pleaded. He did of course but it overwhelmed me. I cried out and tears came to my eyes. He mistook my reaction for pain and stopped, jumping up and holding me close. "You okay, babe? We can stop if you want. We don't have to do this." I looked at him with amazement and confusion, "Why did you stop?!" Then he got it and was back to eating me out, licking and sucking, going deeper and deeper. I my after five minutes I came bursting with clear fluids and he licked every drop. Then I took off the rest of my clothes and his too and we stared at each other's perfect body. Then, after kissing my hair, he kissed me deeply, an open mouth kiss without tongues, and leaned us back on the couch again, him on the bottom, me on the top. His large cock rubbed against my cunt, leaving me shivering and sighing. He poistioned me right above his cock and told me to try to ride it. Right when the head poked inside my vagina my hymen broke and there was a little blood, but not too much.I grunted with the pain mixed with pleasure and rode him harder and deeper, until my butt touched his balls. Then right when I was about to cum, he pushed my away and set me down on the couch first. He pounded me hard, his balls slapping me on the ass repeatedly. He then came fast and hard stright into my womb. I came soon after, screaming with the feeling. For the rest of the night we lay there on the couch sleeping together that night.

Anonymous

My Fantasy

I was hiking in the woods. My whole body is dripping with sweat and you can see my bra under my thin tank top. I'm wearing booty shorts and sandles. I come upon a fallen down tree and sit to rest. Suddenly a man appears behind me and shoots me with a taser gun. I pass out. I wake up hours later strapped to a bed with only my bra and panites on. Four men come in and surround the bed. One of the men was carrying a gun and sat down on a chair. The others just take off all their clothes. The man closet explains to me that if I scream I'm going to be shot and killed. The man talking to me gets on the bed and gets on top of me with a sick grin on his face. The other two sit on the couch against the wall. The man on top of me takes out a knife and cuts my bra and panties off. He sucks my nipples and starts to hump me. I just stare at the wall while his does his thing. The second man does the same. The third man got up to start banging me, but the man with the gun blocked his way. He made a motion with his head for them to get out. They all left. He said to me in his deep, beautiful voice:

"Don't worry. I'm better." He suddenly took off all of his clothes and traced my body with the barrel of his gun. I let out a moan and he got on top of me. He leaned in so close I can feel his breath on my neck. He passionatly started to suck on my neck. Continuing to suck he untied my hands I wrapped them around his neck. He pulled me up and untied my legs. I wrapped my legs around his manhood. He thrust into me so hard I thought I would die. The moment he came out of me I slithered down his body and sucked on his cock like there was no tomorrow. We continued to hump, bump, and love eachothers bodies. Then we left hand in hand.

Tigress

I've been crushing on this guy for about eight months now. I met him at work. He's from Russia and he's HOT. Well built body, blond hair, and blue eyes that gets me every time. We're actually friends and I haven't wanted to start anything because he has a girlfriend. But I think of him everyday. Here's my fantasy:

I'm alone at home. My parents have gone out and wont be back till 2am (I'm 18 by the way). Its around 10 pm and I'm watching a very erotic movie. I have red boy shorts on that flaunt my already big enough ass and a white sleeveless shirt with no bra underneath. I'm just starting the movie when I hear a knock on my door. I open it and there he is. He comes in shyly and asks if I wanna hang out. I say sure and we sit on the couch and begin watching the movie. A scene comes up where a girl is getting fingered by two guys and I instantly start to get wet. My nipples get hard and are now visible through my shirt, since I have no bra. I look over at him and he's got a huge boner. He looks at me and smiles and slowly leans over to kiss me. I moan and get wetter by the second. As we kiss his hands start to wander all over my body. He tugs down my top just enough to reveal my erect nipples and slowly kisses them. Then he runs his warm wet tongue and blows on them. I moan and sigh and almost come just from the stimulation. He gently runs his fingertips on my nipples and I'm pulling his hair in desperation. I pull his face up and start kissing him fiercely again. My boy shorts are dripping by this time. I rip off his shirt and he pulls his pants off. We kiss some more and his hand slowly finds its way to my cunt. He puts two fingers on my cunt and starts to massage my throbbing clit. I scream from the pleasure. With the other hand he's fondling my tits. I beg him to keep going and he thrusts his fingers into my vagina and tickles my g-spot. Oh god I'm screaming and cumming buckets. Then he lowers his face and runs his wet tongue over and over on my clit until I can't take it and I ejaculate all over his face. He moans and drinks up my juices. Now its my turn. I slip my hands into his boxers and slowly start stroking him. All this time he's had a huge boner and I gently take him, all of him, in my mouth and start sucking. He groans and says my name and I orgasm just from that. I play with the head, gently nibbling until he's begging me to let him inside me. So I straddle him, he checks to see if I'm wet enough, and I'm dripping baby. Now he teases me by rubbing the head of his penis on my clit and around my vagina. Until finally I can't take it and I grind on him. He thrusts deep and I let out a scream of pure ecstasy. He keeps thrusting deeper and deeper, all the time moaning and yelling my name. He thrusts until I cum again and then he pulls out and cums on my swollen tits. I scoop some of the cum on my hard nipples and rub it in. Then I lick it off. He now starts licking my nipples again and rubs my clit with his magical fingers. I orgasm one last time and we are both satisfied. We lay on my couch and just kiss. Then his girlfriend calls him and he has to go. I help him get dressed and stroke him gently which turns him on once again. He promises to come back and we kiss goodbye on my door step. The movie is long forgotten.

Sorry I didn't realize it was so long :)

Anonymous

((this is only a fantasy, this didn't really happen. This is merely a fetish of mine, I don't think its normal))

I was a little horny after seeing 'dirty dancing' on the television.

I went into my room to play around with myself for a few hours.

I walk into my room and towards the bookshelf, I look around suspiciously for any Peeping Toms and then cooly pull out a single red book that stood out from the collection of all my blue books. The bookcase makes a soft moan and opens inward, revealing a secret staircase leading to my dungeon.

I light a candle and descend down the steps. I approach a large wooden door and I fish for my key that had been cleverly hidden within the folds of my dress.

I hear a muffled whimper from the other side of the door, "Oh hush up Smitty" I mutter under my breath and I unlock the door.

I open the large oak door and I gaze at my collection of sex slaves but only one stood out from the rest, Smitty (formerly known as Bryce). Smitty was a bit of a rebel, he had tried to escape multiple times. I clucked my tongue as I saw Smitty half way out of the window.

"Silly Smitty" I grab him by the loincloth and drag him back to his post.

"Please Master," Smitty pleads, "not the rack!".

I tie Smitty onto the rack and prepare him for a night of pure bliss. I start by opening my pleasure box and I slip off my dress. I take out some anal beads and begin to place them into his ass, Smitty's back arches and he begins yelping like a dog. I go into my closet and take out Dolby, my house elf, Dolby proceeds to give Smitty a handjob as I bring out some more devices. I snap my fingers and Dolby begins to fist me, I scream in ecstacy and shove my foot in Smitty's face,

"LICK MY TOE SMITTY!" I demand. Smitty's face is contorted as he begins to devour my big toe. Dolby continues fisting me and I scream Smitty's name. I turn on the stereo and Phil Collins begins to play. I strap on a dildo and pump into Dolby's ass, singing the words of 'in the air tonight' with each thrust. At the drum solo of the song, I scream for Smitty to say my name and repeat it over and over. Suddenly, the door to my domain swings open, I stop in mid-thrust and look at my intruder. Lou, with his stump of a penis hanging flaccidly in between his plump legs. His rolls of heavenly lard hung shamelessly. Lou looks around in fear, his face grows from fear to confusion, "This isn't my dungeon" he scoffs. He grabs me anyway but I am crushed by his massive weight. "Too heavy!" I scream from under him but my screams are unheard. Smitty unlocks himself and makes his getaway out the halfway open window. My screams for help turn into screams of pleasure, Lou's penis now enters me. I am near orgasm and I can no longer take it. With one last queef, I am there. My body soars with pleasure and my mind is filled with images of Spiegalman, the man who owned the local carnival. I lay gasping for breath, Lou rolled off of me and left the room. I was alone.

Anonymous

Caution: Graphic Torture & Death

Well since a lot of my fantasies are rather sadistic I prefer not to tell most people.... because this site is confidential I feel that it would be healthy to do so. I really wonder if I am messed up in the head or what....... any way......

I have always loved the "bad" boys. I select one in the hall looking at him with my brown eyes. I seduce him, flirting, toying, but always leaving at the very last possible time, being in essence a cock tease. After seducing this bad boy who thinks I am a innocent angel I take him home to my apartment. I play a little rough, only adding to his arousal. I tie him up and start to tease him. He can't move so I can do what ever I want. I tie a noose around his neck and slowly tighten, as he dies his member swells. I put a rubber band around his rock hard dick, and kill him pulling out his throat, and fucking his dead cock I rock through orgasm after orgasm.......

Am I messed up?

Claire

I have lots of fantasies that I use when I'm masturbating...

My favourite is one where I'm in a gyno examination chair and I'm completely naked. My hands are tied and my legs are spread, my feet bound in stirrups. When the door opens, a man works in. He is completely unfamiliar. He tells me I have been a dirty girl and he needs to clean me. He douches me and it stings but feels good at the same time. Then he says he wants to see me have an orgasm. He teases me with his fingers on my pussy and on my breasts. Then he pulls out a vibrating dildo and plunges it into me until I orgasm. Cum flies everywhere and he wipes me out with a sponge, which of couse pleasures me anywhere.

"Okay," he says, pulling down his pants. "You're ready for penetration." He enters me and I scream with ecstasy.

Sammy

My favourite fantasy.

Me and my boyfriend are making out, his tongue in my mouth, he then moves his hand slowly to my breasts and undoes my bra and pulls my top off, then pulls my trousers of.

I am lying there with only my panties on and Davy is next to me with only his boxers on, I can see his erection.

He then slowly kisses down my body and takes my panties down.

I feel his tongue flicking on my clit, my breath is heavy and so is his.

He then swiftly inserts his penis inside me.

Both our breaths are heavy, he strides up and down, I feel him shoot his load inside me.

We then cuddle for the rest of the night

Anonymous

When I masturbate, most of the time I will fantasize about other women. I'm not really attracted to women, but thinking about someone of the same sex as me fingering me and licking me out just turns me on.

I also like to fantasize about one of my guy friends. And because I have a boyfriend, it makes my fantasies even more exciting because of the whole "forbidden fruit" if you will.

So I imagine that I'm at home alone, when said guy comes round. And we sit on the sofa and start chatting and suddenly out of nowhere, he kisses me. At first I try to resist, but I end up kissing him back. Then he puts his hand down inside my underwear and starts fingering me, and telling me I'm a dirty girl and if my boyfriend found out I'd be in trouble. Then I finish masturbating and moan his name :P

Rosemary Kent

I enjoyed seeing the fashions and talking to those in the trade, press colleagues, the talented dedicated makeup artists, hair stylists, and managers who make the fashions week successful. But, but, in truth, I really did like it feel was a private party for celebrities and very rich patrons. I felt like fashion week reality was in a different universe focus was not on the clothes and the business of fashion but just about celebrities at parties I will never be invited to, and who got to sit in the front row, and what they were wearing. Then I decided to concentrate more on modeling carrier of the rich and celebrated, and those who actually work the event. The runways shows ultimately influence about money, and power. The rich get the goodies and the attention.

The last day wear model was returning up the catwalk when the announcer introduced Lexi's eveningwear and I began my signature glide down the Plexiglas stage, my hands damp and my heart beating too fast. Subdued lighting made it possible for me to make eye contact with the audience, but that was the last thing I wanted. Still, I couldn't help subtly scanning the patrons seated in the ultra classy hotel, looking for signs that the tabloid stories had done their damage.

But this audience seemed just like all the others, their gazes fixed on my shocking white silk dress. I was halfway down the catwalk when my gaze snagged on a pair of green eyes. The look in those eyes caught me as effectively as if the woman's hands had closed over my shoulders and halted my mid-step. I did in fact stop, my body freezing with a blast of sensations totally alien to me with sensations that belied every one of the nasty headlines.

Drowning out the announcer's modulated voice the words reverberated through my head as I stepped out onto the catwalk. Had everyone in the audience seen their hands behind as I modeled clothes that only a woman extremely in touch with her own sexuality would wear?

When Twenty year old virgin pressed for sex, and supposed to be listed on lovers the length of yellow pages I've been unable to share my secret or my body with few speculate patrons, with a reputation for extravagant sex. It wasn't my fault that women who hadn't made it to first base had bragged about their home runs, but neither had I denied the rumors.

2. I began modeling

I began modeling, while my time on the runways and in front of the camera was short doing a variety of photo shoots. The only thing that made me feel better was some relationships with high society people. I have to get ready to face the world. Any outfits left so little of my body's secrets to exude palpable sexual heat burned simply standing in modeling dress. That the dress was in fact showing me off. Even though I did the best at the Miss New York competition, I was eliminated at last audition I was crushed for what I was not expected. No doubt about my figure looks bloody gorgeous. The color of new grass, they were set in a face as hard as granite and as sexy as sin.

When the announcer cued me to return up the catwalk shards of excitement speared my inner thighs at the thought.

It dipped to a V that ended right above my bottom, the white silk semi-transparent. I wore minimal undergarments if audience was looking closely enough, would see the shadow of my bottom cheeks and the outline of my legs beneath the fabric.

I felt exposed as if my body was more than a living mannequin, in my modeling career, used to show off a designer's creations. That the dress was in fact showing me.

Even though I did the best at Miss New York competition, I was crushed when I was eliminated for what I was not expected though I have an excellent portfolio at last audition, No doubt about my figure looks
bloody gorgeous. Shards of excitement speared my inner thought. Relief mixed with disappointment I decided to concentrate more on modeling career.

I was a little short for runway work; but four- or five-inch heels gave me an illusion of height in photos. I have long, well-defined thighs, a tight little ass, and softly rounded hips that flared out from an impossibly tiny waist. My 36-C breasts - all natural - were not large for high fashion, but perfect for intimate apparel. They were firm with just the right amount of bounce. My long delicate neck and a heart-shaped face dominated by full lips and large turquoise eyes that glowed against my golden tan. Shoulder-length hair was wavy and medium brown, with an interesting mixture of amber and auburn highlights. When the announcer cued me to return up the catwalk, I felt my white silk semi-transparent dress dipped to a V ended right above my bottom with minimal undergarments, showing the shadow of my bottom cheeks and the outline of my legs beneath the fabric if audience was looking closely enough.

The music had gone. My model friends had seemed parted before I met I Who had finally unveiled the revolting genuineness about me, unearthed the shadowy secret that I had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That I had needed money that , tall and curvaceous I was told that I was not only suitable for modeling clothes, Not long afterward, I saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer's model. "Must be attractive and have good figure", the ad stated. I answered the ad eagerly. When I heard how well the job paid, my spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured me that I was perfect for the type of modeling she needed. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to my financial problems. I had no choice in the matter. I needed money desperately and this was the only way I could get it. At first, I was tempted to walk out and never return. Although I hated myself

I stared at the lewd poses I had participated in. I had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera. I had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but I had no other choice, while I had tried out for fashion modeling for my eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous. It was not until I actually showed up for my first session before the camera, that I discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. The things I was expected to do made my cheeks flush crimson. I had begun my secret, part-time modeling. Jennie treated me as though I were made of spun glass. She treated me like some fragile china doll, longing for more. for my lustful thoughts, the I was my pretty brunette for my to think longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities with me, I'd engaged in during my brief, secret modeling career. My partners had been strangers to me, but still, I recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, I had responded to their touch. I had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and I did as I was told. Only I knew that the response I displayed was often genuine, that the photographer enjoyed the lustful acts I was performing for money.

All contain the sexuality made me the object of desire for countless clients featuring lovely breasts and wide, generous mouth, and more intangible self-conscious naturally sexy pose. What you saw was what you'd get.

For me, the first picture in the book, appearing opposite the title page, is the most resonant. when it was taken, I was coming into my own adolescent sexuality, vestiges of hippie Dom hang about the picture. I was asked to sits wearing a pair of jeans, the zipper undone in a teasing promise of what lies beneath. She has full, open lips, wears her hair long and wavy, and has a macramé shawl draped around me, opened to show my breasts, as if I've been caught unawares; hand held tentatively between breasts, as if I'd been toying with the idea of touching them before I was glimpsed. So something of a real through .The photo might be from the beginning of a session, before the subject relaxed, but a more "professional" pose wouldn't be anywhere near as sexy. The questions in the model's wide eyes, which betray a mixture of determination and uncertainty, can stand for the whole work: And its mixture of fiction and reality conveys a deeper, more mysterious and lasting eroticism than anything else How much do you want to take from me? And if I give it, will you remember my name

Smiling coquettishly in a puffy-sleeved white-lace peasant dress showing a lot of leg and shoulder quintessential prettiest too sunny and nice to seem really sexual. For others, there's a kind of regret that has nothing to do with the pictures. Looking at Lesley Ann Warren sitting up in bed swathed in a fluffy pink robe can make you rueful that she hasn't had the career she deserved, to show what a sensational actress she is.

Movies are a place to get away from virtue and respectability. always taken more pleasure in villains and bad girls They're an unconscious link to the seminude layout of actress who plays her daughter, favorite and longtime critical darling, makes precise, talky, charming entertainments, movies are filled with the most beautiful young women, no one ever remarks that, with obvious eye for young female flesh, Looking at Dombasle topless in red, white and blue bikini bottom, or stretched out on a couch, her pert little rump even more alert than she is, you feel that living out fantasies, taking the pictures he's too fastidious to take.

Anonymous

I have this fantasy that I´m a little girl, not even a teenager, being sexually involved with my uncle. He makes gentle love to me and I enjoy all the dirty forbidden things we do, trusting him completely. As he takes good care of me, one day he says that I need to see a ladies doctor, just to make sure that everything is alright with this hungry little cunt of mine. Of course I´ve never been to a gynecologist before, so I don´t know that usually young girls' uncles don´t sit aside the examination chair. I also don´t know that the doctor is a friend of his, instructed to give his niece a very special treatment...

The doctor is a stud of a man, dark beard, hairy arms and low voice. He tells me to undress completely. My uncle says it´s ok so I do. I lie on the chair, legs spread wide. The doctor uses his bare hands to gently touch the tender outsides of my vulva, saying soothing things in his soft tone that somehow excites me. He can see my juices start flowing and tells me that he now has to examine the insides of my vagina. I look at my uncle, then say ok so he slowly puts two of his strong fingers into my delicate flesh and starts to give me a massage that makes me moan. Very good, the doctor says after a while and pulls his fingers out, now he has to check my smell and taste. I want him to put his fingers back inside my cunt but I don´t dare to object. He bends over and starts licking my swollen vulva, my moaning gets louder. My uncle holds my hand and tells me I´m doing good. I smile at him and moan even louder when the doctor focuses on my clit, gently sucking it. Please, can you put your fingers back in, I ask him, out of breath already, and he stops sucking for a moment just to grin at my uncle, his beard smudged with my juice. I climax only seconds after, when his fingertips hit my g-spot. We end up having a long fuck, the doctor nailing me on his examination chair with his fat hairy dick, making me come over and over again, my juices dripping onto the floor. My uncle watches with delight and agrees to the doctors opinion that I´ll have to come back every week for the treatment.